Sun Breathing Forms Novels & Stories

In the three years I spent unconscious in a hospital bed, Julius Carter took care of me day and night without complaint. The very first thing he did after I woke up was get down on one knee beside my hospital bed and propose. That night, while scrolling through social media, I came across a female influencer who looked strikingly similar to me. [Another date with my boyfriend today!] [He took me to an upscale restaurant for dinner and bought me the diamond ring I wanted. He's the sweetest!] The top comment read: [You're showing off so much. I bet you're just a sugar baby!] She fired back immediately with a reply. [Being a sugar baby takes skill, too. Looking like a pig won't get you that kind of treatment.] [My boyfriend is the heir to the Carter family. Another nonsense from you, and I'll have my lawyer sue you!] My breathing hitched. Since when did Julius Carter have a girlfriend? Rage overcame me, and I tapped on her profile, ready to send her a private message. That was when I noticed a post pinned to the top of her page. The photo showed a pair of long, elegant hands placing food onto someone's plate across the table, and on the back of that hand were two small moles. They were the exact same two moles Julius had.

"You're an insensitive Bastard," I say. I want him to say something to do something, but he just leans against the wall staring at me. To my horror, I feel the telltale sign of tears, but I blink it away aggressively. Max walks towards me and cups my face "You've no idea," he says, leaning in. I don't know what I hope for, but I lift my head to face him anyway. We stare at each other for what feels like an eternity when he whispers "Do you think I'm not tired Callista, you should know by now that I am an addict and you are my addiction, I know I should back away, but these days when it comes to you, it seems my body doesn't obey my commands. I close my eyes, and i see you. I breathe, and your scent fills the air. Every day, i crave a taste of you. You everything to me. " His nose caresses my cheek, and he takes a long inhale, and I realise he's breathing in my scent. He then puts his forehead to mine, and his lips brush mine when he says "I'm never going back to how I was before, am I?" When I open my eyes, he's gone.

My husband's first love had been trapped in a car for an hour. After they pulled her out, his rage shifted onto me. “It’s your fault she got hurt,” he spat, his eyes blazing as he grabbed me. Before I could make sense of what was happening, he forced me into a wooden box, slamming the lid down with a deafening crack. “You’re going to feel every ounce of the pain she went through,” he hissed, nailing it shut. I pounded on the walls, my screams tearing through the air. “Please, I didn’t do anything! Let me out!” My throat burned with the effort, my fists aching, but nothing stopped him. “Stay in there until you’ve figured out how to act like a decent human being,” he said, his voice cold, dripping with contempt. Hours passed. My body twisted unnaturally in the tight space, bones throbbing as blood smeared the wood beneath me. I whispered into the dark, the pain unbearable. "Please… just let me out…" But he didn’t care. A week later, he returned, his laughter echoing with hers as they entered the house, carefree from their trip. He finally opened the box. But by then, I was already gone. The woman he locked away was no longer breathing, no longer pleading. Just a cold, silent corpse.

By fate or miracle, Lyria was alive and breathing on the cold December night of her assassination day. Though she could open her eyes, she couldn't see clearly the point of being alive and to exist wandering on the streets of some unknown village. It may seem like an angel's whisper; a stranger stood by her side when she was meters away from death. His words were striking light, and a spectrum of color flourished in her dark world. She found hope in a hopeless stranger who jumped ahead of her with the certainty he would die. As she jumped back unknowingly, the poor and miserable girl saved the life of the youngest billionaire in town, Zion Hudson. Just as when she thought their relationship would be connected professionally, things went awry when her name was linked as his love interest. Although she hated the people's attention and eyes, she loved challenges. "Make me fall for you, then." The arrogant billionaire officially challenged the ferocious independent woman, Lyria, his servant, in a fight for love. They agreed she would not disappoint him with her hidden charm and talent as she accepted the challenge a few days later. "I will make you forget your name the same thing I forgot mine years ago." A period of madness is sure to begin for hearts that have been left empty for too long, prompting them to remember everything at once and forget it without a moment's hesitation.

My mother-in-law, Claire Rogers, had taken a turn for the worse with her leukemia and slipped into a coma. The doctors said she needed a bone marrow transplant urgently. I called my husband, Martin Hughes, the hospital director who had access to the bone marrow registry. All he had to do was sign off on the match, and she would be saved. Martin answered right away and drove straight to the hospital without a second thought. However, halfway there, he got a mysterious call and vanished without a trace. I watched Claire Roger's heart monitor grow weaker and weaker, frantically dialing Martin's number 99 times. On the 100th call, he finally picked up. My voice was shaking, panic bleeding through every word. "Martin, Mom needs the bone marrow transplant. You're the only one who can authorize the match. Please, come back!" All I heard was his quiet breathing on the other end. Before he could say anything, Waverly Tucker's voice cut through the silence."Darling, thank you so much for doing my bone marrow transplant surgery! How about I repay you with my body?" My phone slipped from my hands and crashed to the floor. So, that was where he had been all this time, performing surgery on Waverly. While I desperately needed him, he had abandoned his family to be with another woman.

For three years, Rachel lived a double life—his wife in private, his secretary in public. Bound to billionaire Slade Pierce by a secret marriage contract, she followed two impossible rules: no children, no falling in love. She broke them both. With the contract’s final days ticking away, Rachel discovered she was pregnant. Afraid of shattering Slade’s trust and certain he was meant to marry another, she signed the divorce papers and vanished, determined to protect her unborn children from a love she believed was never real. Then fate intervened. A tragic accident stole her memories, her name, her life. To the world and to Slade, Rachel was dead. Years later, Slade still lives with her ghost. He’s built an empire, but his heart never healed. Until the day he sees her again—alive, breathing, and looking at him like he’s a stranger. Rachel doesn’t remember the secret marriage. She doesn’t remember the nights they shared or the promises they broke. Yet something deep inside her stirs whenever he’s near, a connection she can’t explain, a pain she doesn’t understand. As fragments of the past begin to surface, so do the secrets that tore them apart. Will she remember the man who never stopped loving her? Can love survive even when memory is gone, or is fate about to take her away all over again?

BLURB “Unchain me.” I say through gritted teeth as I glare angrily at Dimitri. “You know what I want to hear, Malyshka.” Dimitri growls, leaning into me and effectively invading my personal space. “I will never, ever submit to you, nor will I ever call you master.” I say angrily. I lean farther back in the bed, wishing I could become one with the headboard if only to escape Dimitri's ruthless glare. “Challenge accepted, Malyshka. Never say never.” Dimitri says with a self assured smirk I have a strong desire to wipe off his face. —————————— Finding out that the man she loved and was pregnant for already had a wife was the most devastating thing that happened to the young and soft hearted Anya. With Dimitri's betrayal fresh in her mind, Anya escapes with her unborn child with the help of Dimitri's sworn enemy. With the intention of leaving her past behind and starting a new life, Anya forms an alliance with Dimitri's enemy. But Dimitri kidnaps her and her child and refuses to let them go. He would follow her to hell and back if it meant she would always be by his side. He bulldozes his way back into her life, refusing to let anything keep him away from his Anya. Not even Anya herself. She belongs to him. Always and forever. Checkmate, baby girl.

Welcome to the next generation of The Royal Wolf Of Zidiah - The Next Generation is here! This book can be read as a standalone or as part of a series. Jai is the second son of Leander and Sara, who are featured in The Romerian Alphas Mate. When Jai meets Melinda, he must fight to prove he is everything she needs. Melinda has never known kindness from anyone other than her mother and baby sister. Born to a violent and abusive man who kidnapped her mother when she was but fifteen years old, Melinda knows nothing but pain and suffering. After finding the courage to free herself, her mother and her baby sister from a monster, is Melinda really free? Jai is everything Melinda's father is not, and with the manifestation of powers she didn't realise she possessed, will Melinda be able to take down the man who has haunted her dreams since babyhood? With Jai by her side, Melinda finds the strength to stand up to those who shun her, but will she escape a madman a second time? Or will Jai lose the mate he cannot live without? PLEASE BEAR IN MIND THAT THIS BOOK IS WRITTEN IN BRITISH ENGLISH, AND SOME WORDS, PHRASES, AND SAYINGS MAY DIFFER FROM OTHER FORMS OF ENGLISH, SUCH AS AMERICAN. ALSO, THE BRITISH TERM FOR A BABY WOLF IS CUB, NOT PUP. BOTH ARE CORRECT TERMS. HOWEVER, PUP IS SELDOM USED IN ENGLAND WHEN REFERRING TO WOLF CUBS. THANK YOU.

The once-glorious empire is in ruins, its capital buried beneath ash, following a bloody uprising. A competent scavenger who has been hardened by grief, Zara endures in the broken world, plagued by memories of the empire's devastation, particularly the ruthless purge that claimed her family's lives. She discovers a secret amid the rubble: a wounded man named Kael who says he is the final heir to the crumbling empire. Zara reluctantly consents to assist him, viewing his survival as a way to make amends. But Kael isn't interested in bringing back the empire he was born into. Rather, he is dangerously knowledgeable about a weapon that could upset the delicate balance of power in the world. An unforeseen attachment forms between Zara and Kael, complicating their objective as they create an uneasy alliance to traverse the lethal world of bounty hunters, imperial loyalists, and rebels. Zara is compelled to face her own troubled past—including the potential that her long-lost brother is still alive and fighting for one of the factions—as they delve deeper into the empire's hidden secrets. After the rebels kidnap Kael and torture him to find the weapon, Zara must decide whether to risk everything to save him or let him perish. Zara and Kael are pushed to the limit by their increasing love and the burden of their common past as they work against the clock to destroy the weapon and keep it out of the wrong hands. Will the fires of their decisions consume them or will they find salvation in a world of ashes?

If you’re filthy minded, step inside the doors of Dirty Angels and order a drink. Dirty Angels is a cocktail bar where desire, power, and bad decisions collide. Everyone who walks through its doors is hiding something, and everyone wants something they shouldn’t. The story unfolds through rotating points of view, each character given five chapters at a time to reveal the dirty business they’re involved in. Mafia deals. Billionaire secrets. Bad boys with dangerous appetites. Obsessions that refuse to stay buried. Each arc can be read on its own, but together they weave into a larger, darker story as the full truth behind Dirty Angels slowly comes into focus. At the centre are Marisol and Ethan, locked in a volatile enemies-to-lovers dynamic neither of them is willing to name. Around them orbit lovers, rivals, and predators: a mafia ex who won’t let go, a billionaire with too much power, a shark lawyer who knows exactly where the bodies are buried, and a found family bound together by loyalty, desire, and shared secrets. Dirty Angels attracts those who crave the forbidden. Boundaries blur. Power shifts hands. Desire takes many forms, and not everyone is looking for love. Some will find it anyway. Others will burn everything down on the way. Tropes & Themes: Enemies to lovers • MM • MMF • FF • Power dynamics • Daddy energy • Age gap (all adults) • Step-relations (adults) • BDSM themes • Obsession • Found family • Dark desire